“Thank you,” he says with a soft smile.
“I’ll go get Stephania,” I tell him, already walking to the door with my phone in my hand. I want the information on those plates soon. Before the visitation for Sergio tomorrow. I don’t want any delays.
I told Stephania once Roberto healed, she’d be free to go. To leave my house and my arms.
It’s bad to wish your brother a long recovery, right?
Not that being bad has ever stopped me from doing anything.
Ever.
Chapter Eleven
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Stephania
“You were close with your cousin, weren’t you?” I ask Vincenzo quietly over breakfast. He’s going to be away from the house most of the evening at the viewing for his cousin who was killed in the same attack when Roberto was shot. I remember seeing him in the back of the Tuscany Bistro; my stomach turns at the image.
“He was like a brother to me,” he says, taking a sip of his coffee. He had breakfast brought to the room along with a small table and chairs. It’s like having our own little dinette set in his bedroom. I wouldn’t have needed to get out of my pajamas—if he’d let me wear any.
“I’m really sorry about your loss.” I pick up a piece of toast and bite off the corner.
His fingers fiddle with the handle of his mug. “Thank you.” He inhales hard. “And I want to thank you for taking such good care of Roberto. I know it’s not easy... being here... not for you, but you’ve not taken it out on him and that’s important to me.”
It’s the warmest thing he’s said to me since he’s met me, and it’s the closest I think I’ll ever get to an apology from him.
“Roberto mentioned his girlfriend was coming over today.”
“She’s coming with us to the visitation,” he says. “While we’re gone today...” His gaze travels to the open crate.
“Vincenzo. You don’t have to keep me in there. I won’t leave the room.”
“There’s a lock on the door,” he reminds me. “Even if you try to leave you won’t be able to.”
“Roberto also told me you want me to show Sarah how to do administer his meds.” I take another bite of my toast, chewing slowly.